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Helen wheels her cart in. Thanks to Gwen's assurance last time, her dog, Killer, is perched atop the blue tarp instead of under it. He has a collar with spikes on it. He'd look fierce if not for the fact that a) he's not a big dog, and b) his tail is wagging to beat the band.
Helen doesn't look nearly as perky. She has a scrape on her forehead and a bruise on her left cheek. She looks happy to be inside, though. It's getting downright cool at night these days.
Helen doesn't look nearly as perky. She has a scrape on her forehead and a bruise on her left cheek. She looks happy to be inside, though. It's getting downright cool at night these days.